Monday, May 23, 2011
The West was forged with blood, sweat, and tears. Miles and miles of prairies crossed, ruts forged into the ground as wagons swayed to and fro. It was a time of discovery and states being formed.
It was a battle of will, the Indians, white man, buffalo, desert, all wanting a piece of land, each demanding survival according to their powers. The only convenience of transportation, horses, wagons, and walking.
Only remnants of these passages of time remain, mere bones of their grandeur self. Still there story lives in the mind of a writer, a writer how puts words to paper, keeping their memory alive.
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